Qin Youxuan turned her head to look at Dan Hanjie, who was sitting on the sofa. Dan Hanjie leaned casually against the armrest, holding little Tingye by the collar, letting him crawl all over his lap.
A devilishly attractive face exuded indulgence.
"Daddy..."
The little guy was having fun, turned over, and curled up into a ball on Dan Hanjie's lap, blinking his dark shiny eyes as he called him.
Eagerly looking at his shoulder.
Dan Hanjie picked him up with one hand and tossed him aside.
"Taking advantage of it."
Just climbed into his arms, and the next moment wanted to ride on his head, little rascal!
Little Tingye rolled on the sofa, feeling rejected, pouting his little mouth in grievance, sitting there obediently, and looking toward Qin Youxuan with tearful eyes.
"Dan Hanjie, you're bullying my son again!"
